(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />My wife and I have always loved KISS. <br />Something happened yesterday that really got me pissed. <br />My friend had two KISS concert tickets but he couldn't go. <br />When I asked him if I could have them, he said no. <br />But he said he'd give them to me if I catered to his every whim. <br />He's a lowlife bastard and I shouldn't have trusted him. <br />I cooked all of his meals and I even rubbed his dirty and smelly feet. <br />I cleaned his crummy house everyday and I kept it nice and neat. <br />Every morning I'd bring him breakfast in bed and then I'd give him a shave. <br />He ran me ragged, I was like a slave. <br />Yesterday he said he wanted a promotion so he gave the tickets to his boss. <br />When I told my wife, she hit me in the stomach so hard that my cookies got tossed. <br />I kicked my friend in the nuts and I beat the crap out of him too. <br />If you ever make me work for KISS tickets and then renege, I'll do the same to you.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kiss-concert-tickets/
